I just got back from lunch with the Nashville Knucklehead. I think it went okay. He didn’t cry or run screaming from the Mellow Mushroom. And I don’t think he needed therapy to recover. Unlike some men who eat lunch with me… ahem… Fritz.
At one point, though, he did say, while kind of laughing, “This is just how I imagined it would be.”
I swear, I do know how to behave myself. I just don’t like to.